GBSB actually. This week, the swinging 60s. Mondrian dresses, PVC raincoats, and iconic 60s jackets. Shoot me quick, I actually enjoyed it! Beardy man still needs a hefty thump, Mrs Tango is beyond bearing, but Edna Mode’s expressions continue to delight me. The judging was reasonable, the right person went home, I didn’t feel the … Continue reading Swinging 60s- BB or BeeGee?
CoBloWriMo (Costume Blog Writing Month) Day 2, prompt 2. “Write about five things that make you happy” At risk of repeating myself here, but, why not? Working to these ‘rules’ set by other people is doing me good! My wonderful missus, and making clothes for her which show off just how lovely she is. 2. … Continue reading Reasons to be Cheerful
A [slightly] more serious post than usual: I have been considering beauty, and our perceptions of it. In looking over the many compliments about my SWAP that I’ve received, here and on Facebook, it’s been interesting to see which items really seemed to make a lot of people happy. I had thought that the lilac … Continue reading Proportion and Beauty
A friend just posted this link to a brilliant article which doesn’t quite …er… embrace the Kondo lifestyle. I loved it, and am off to nap like a seahorse after lopping off my hands. Read on [but maybe not, if you’re a big fan of the de-cluttering cult.] http://the-toast.net/2015/02/24/get-rid-clutter-live-abundantly/ Continue reading Kon-don’t
I’ve noticed several bloggers taking up the de-cluttering approach as advocated by Marie Kondo. I must admit, the very thought fills me with horror. I don’t want a minimalist, showcase worthy life, I like STUFF. Am I a bad Fairy? STUFF #1: Clothes I didn’t have a lot of stuff as a kid, clothes were … Continue reading Kondo-dominion
I was just reading this article on Feistybook. It’s all about new clothing ranges for kids designed to blast through the boundaries of boy/girl clothing. I remember first seeing the signs back in 1986 when my youngest girl was born. Absolutely everything for girls in the local kids’ wear shop was pink. I hate pink. Always … Continue reading ‘Forget princess, call me president’